Love is a thing, but not really. Like that one friend who only calls you on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but not on Mondays or weekends. It's like that. A fleeting feeling, a mirage on the horizon of human experience.
You're attached, aren't you? Like a barnacle on the hull of a sinking ship. You're stuck, and you can't quite remember why. It's like trying to recall a dream, but the more you try, the more it slips away.
But don't worry, it's not all bad. There's still pizza, and Netflix, and the thrill of wondering if your significant other will ever text you back.